Love Is There
All alone I always feel
The happiness is what you steal
The tears I cry warm my cheeks
And my heart painfully leaks
Don’t you know the Hell you bring
When the ballad you painfully sing
Ugly and fat, the words I know
My knife is ready for the last blow
I watch myself from above
As my mother cries for her love
Never knowing why it happened
Multiple lives have been saddened
Stop what you are doing
Love is there, so stop all your booing
And bully, please stop all your cursing
Happiness should be what you’re rehearsing
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